Page:The Land of Heart's Desire, Yeats, 1894.djvu/43

Rh At times I merely care to dance and dance—

At times grow wiser than the eagle cock.

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What are you?

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I am of the faery people.

I sent my messengers for milk and fire,

And then I heard one call to me and came.

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I will confront this mighty spirit alone.